Professor’s orders: "I will respect the rules" written 50 times. Ink smudges his fingers, the scent of old paper and leather...

Professor’s orders: "I will respect the rules" written 50 times. Ink smudges his fingers, the scent of old paper and leather binding his wrists. The academy’s marble halls echo with whispers of defiance—and something far more dangerous. #teacher #study

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